october 1993

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it seems my senses always come awake the most in october
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October mornings,
golden as our waking embrace,
chill our heat as day begins.
October afternoons,
warm and crisp as the
smiles on our souls,
entwine us into her falling colors.
October evenings,
cool as only my wrist on your brow,
welcome us into the darkened autumn.
October nightfalls,
damp as our restlessness,
invite us to stay until morning

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